**Inspired by "Stay" by Shakespear's Sister
In darkness, under a midnight sky, caramel skin melts over alabaster flesh. Sweet breaths sigh, mingle, dance. Drops of sweat slick skin, enhancing friction, drawing out moans. A cry of pleasure-pain pierces the ebony, followed by a groan of hoarse ecstasy. Two hearts match the building rhythm of flesh on flesh. Minds, hearts, and souls nearly explode at the pinnacle of delight. Harsh panting evens out into contented puffs. Alabaster rises, moving to leave. A caramel hand reaches, grips a wrist, boarding on bruising desperation.
Stripped of clothing, artifice, and pride, the caramel god whispers raggedly into the night. Shredding the alabaster god’s heart.
“Stay.”